So, all the fics I've written in the past that have pairings have been HC. However, I've decided to mix it up a bit and try my hand at CC. Here it goes:

It was 3:20 am and Allison Cameron's apartment was dark and quiet. She and her co-worker Robert Chase had been sleeping together for three weeks. It didn't mean anything, it was just sex. And if it made House jealous, well then, that was just a bonus.

The two were lying in her bed, asleep, exhausted from the night's events. He didn't have his arms around her, they weren't even touching. As a matter of fact, if they were any farther apart, they would have fallen off the bed.

Suddenly the harsh sound of the phone ringing burst into the air and demolished the calm. Cameron stirred, but tried to ignore the sound. Chase was still snoring and didn't hear a thing. The phone continued to ring, Cameron continued to ignore it, Chase continued to snore. Finally, after the seventh ring, Cameron gave in. She threw her hand out from under the covers and reached for the phone.

"What?!" she barked into it.

There was a long pause, and then Cameron bolted upright in bed. She was awake now.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I'll be right there."

She put the phone back down and threw the covers off of her. She ran to her dresser and started to fumble around for some clothes. Once she dressed she went back over to her bed and threw a pillow at Chase, waking him up.

"What the hell?" a groggy Chase exclaimed.

"Get up," Cameron ordered.

Chase lifted his head slightly. "Why?"

"Because I have to go out and my car's in the shop. You're driving."

"Cameron-" Chase started, but she cut him off.

"No buts, get up. Now!"

Chase put his head back down on the pillow and tried to go back to sleep. Cameron picked up another pillow and threw it at his face.

"Hey! Will you stop with the violence? Geez, okay, I'll get up, just stop throwing things at me."

"Good, get dressed and for God's sake be quick about it. No time for primping. Let's go." With that she left the room.

Chase sat up and blinked a couple times. What has gotten into her? I just signed on for sex, not for pillow attacks at three am. Sighing, he realized he may as well do what the crazed woman said.

HMDHMDHMD

"So where are we going?" Chase asked as he and Cameron got into his car five minutes later.

"Just drive, I'll give you directions as we go. Take a left out of here."

Chase was surprised. He'd never seen Cameron this tense. It wasn't just the tension, but she was being secretive. If she wanted him to drive her to wherever it was they were going at this ungodly hour, then why wasn't he allowed to know where exactly they were headed, and why?

"So I guess I get no information on what's going on here?"

"Nope, go right."

Chase sighed and focused back on the road. Not that anyone was even out this early. Some people didn't have crazy girlfriends waking them up in the middle of the night to go on a little road trip.

Girlfriend, he said girlfriend. Damn it, he wasn't supposed to do that. As much as he admitted only to himself that he didn't totally hate the idea of being able to call Cameron his girlfriend, he knew that she didn't want that. She wanted House. He was just a pawn in that game.

After ten minutes of Cameron's cold directions, they finally reached their destination. Chase never would have guessed that this was the source of their little midnight adventure.

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